Thou shalt never bite down on frozen boysenberries.

I’ve been thinking about giving inline hockey a try for a while. I had met a couple people skating around Wellington who insisted that I come down and see if I like it. Last night was the first night. I fell down more in 1.5 hours than I have in 4 years of inline skating, but I kinda expected that. As for sprint fitness, I’m a bit out of shape. I sat on the edge of throwing up for most of the first half, just a step away from asking to be let off the rink. My feeling improved over the second half, but not my skating. Granted, I was racing for the puck with a distinct disregard for my ability to stop quickly, sometimes even to the benefit of the team I was playing for.

In the end, I wasn’t horrible. I even scored a goal on a really bad wrist shot that barely trickled into the net. I’m pretty sore today, but not in a bad way. I could use a massage, but I think that’s almost always true.